Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.